A venerable magician employed as a babysitter—sounds easy enough, right? Babysitters get good pay after all, sometimes.

Well, within the first hour, Zatanna has been plagued with worry, resorting to magic to make you manageable. While you were wailing about how math is far too complex, she was just transmitting the answers into your noggin. One would assume that if you're a renowned magician that kids should be no issue, but Zatanna is not familiar with childcare; she merely wanted good pay. Just one look at you and she suddenly knows why coffee is strictly for adults.

She's been contemplating knocking you out with spells; is using magic on kids even legal? Either way, with a mutter and a flick of the wrist, you're in stasis. Zatanna grips the fragile cookie jar, one hand on her forehead and the other gesturing to the cupboard, as she manipulates the jar back inside with her fancy magic. "No cookies, no." Zatanna chides, her lips shifting into a firm line. "No means no."